Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 87
Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 87 A Drunken Kiss
Marco’s POV:
My heart rate elerates, every inch of my skin trembles at her touch, and my body buzzes with desire
as she pulls me in. But I only get a quick taste. Her soft kiss onlysts for a couple of seconds, before
she pulls away again.
Not that I’m interested in ending it now. My thoughts are erratic, and the only thing I can focus on is her,
my mate. My wolfish need for raw s*e*x and my primal possessiveness override everything else.
Fisting the cor of her top, I yank her towards me, causing a hitch in her breath before I begin sucking
on her lips hungrily. With her drunken state, there less rigidness or shyness in her movements. She
doesn’t stop me,cing her fingers round my neck as she kisses me back. I press my throbbing
member against the fabric concealing her female parts and she reciprocates, slowly moving against
me, forcing a growl to edge between my lips. “Mine,” I whisper.
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I can feel her smile against my lips. My dominance only esctes, and my hand finds its way into the
strands of her hair. My fingers slide up through to the roots of her long locks and I scrunch hold of
them, gently tugging her head to the side. She obeys my silent demand, exposing her neck to me.
I drop my head into the crook of her jugr, kissing and licking at her flesh, swirling my tongue over my
visible mark, making her m*oa*n at the sensations it causes. I mouth at her neck before returning
hungrily to her lips before backing her up against the wall behind us.
“I want that skirt and those p*an*tie*s off. Now,” I say, almost speaking into her mouth as our lips still
touch.
Sheplies, and in an instant her skirt and underwear drop to the floor, surging my arousal. My
hands race to sp her butt cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make her wine. I can’t stop
myself from pping them once or twice for good measure, before my fingers suddenly slip back front.
She gasps as I push through her folds and into her. At first, I swirl gently, and her m*oa*ns are soft and
subtle. But I soon grow ravenous and begin to pump her quicker. Her body trembles and shudders with
the motions. I feel her hand wrap over mine to enf*orc*e the thrusting, moving her hips in rhythm.
Her screams grow louder, and my wolf and manhood crave more and more to be inside her. She’s
warm and tight. Soon she can’t keep herself standing, Tanya has to lean against me for support, body
falling limp from pure desire as I finger her to climax.
She shakes when she finally reaches her peak, and I groan in greater need to have her. She easily
folds into my arms, and I carry her towards the bed.
And just as I get there, snoring emits from the female werewolf in my arms. I can’t help but sigh, and I
can almost feel my manhood wail in sadness. But I smile, nevertheless. Careful not to wake her, I tuck
her into bed and crawl in beside her, falling asleep with her wrapped in my arms.
Eric’s POV:
Due to my speed and strength I manage to evade my father’s men. Following the trail Lily left me, I
travel beyond the border of the capital, heading deep into rogue territory, never stopping for breaks.
Leaving the world of royalty behind. For now.
Finally, my keen nose picks up the scent of another pack, and not long after stepping past their
borders, a couple of scoutse to ward me off. But my size is intimidating, as a Lycan, I am triple the
size of any werewolf. I snarl at them with an air of dominance, standing on my hind legs, outstretching
my ws and baring my chest in a show of f*orc*e.
They nce at each other, but they must’ve known who I was. There are only three living Lycans, and
the other two wouldn’t have known Dorian’s pack existed. Once they disy that they aren’t going to
attack me, I shift back into my human form, and they take me to Dorian and Lily.
I knew the rogues had it rough, my father made sure they had difficult lives, always keeping them on
their toes and frightened by the ruling family. It was the only way to prevent any sort of uprising, but I
never realized how poor their lives were. Hush little campfires, crumbling abandoned buildings,
camping trailers and tents… My royal attire is a stark and harsh contrast to my surroundings. Yet I care
little, I’m here for one thing and one thing only.
I’m escorted into one of the buildings and Dorian is sitting in a chair whilst Lily stands beside him. Her
escape has brought light back into her eyes. The dangerous fiery spirit now sparks in her gaze again
as she stands dressed in a sporty outdoor attire, obviously given to her by the rogues to rece the
prison rags. “Prince Eric,” says Dorian with a grin. “How kind of youto join us.”
Lily’s eyes finally lock with mine, and she speaks before I do. “Thank you, for helping me escape, for
giving me my freedom,” Lily isn’t known for her sincerities, she must’ve truly been desperate. But I
avoid making a mocking remark as she continues. “And as promised, I’ve led you to Dorian, he’s the
one able to wield ck magic.”
My eyes redirect to Dorian. “So, you’ll teach me then? You’ll teach me how to use ck magic?”
I watch Dorian give Lily a yful nce that doesn’t particrlyfort me. Something about him sets
me on edge, but only a straight line sits on my lips as he speaks. “Five years ago, I told Lily flower that I
returned the kindness her mother offered me, all my debts to her are paid. If she and you, want my help
now, then we need to make a deal.”
My lips twitch slightly but I maintain the confidence in my expression. “If you teach me ck magic, that
inbination with my own Lycan power will give me more than enough strength to defeat Marco.
Once he’s eliminated and I be King, I promise I can give you anything you desire.”
Dorian eerily chuckles, leaning his elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers as if in thought. He
shakes his head. “Although that is apelling offer, the future is too uncertain for me to bet on. I have
very little patience you see, and teaching you will take time, it may take years if you’re not a fast
learner. Not forgetting the fact that you’ll still need toe up with a viable n of infiltrating the capital
and attacking Marco,” he tuts. “No, I can’t wait that long. I want to make a deal where payment is a
guarantee.”
“And what sort of deal is that?”
He smiles. “I want Tanya. Bring her to me, and I will teach you ck magic.”
Tanya’s POV:
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I awake the next morning with a pounding headache, and I curse under my breath in protest to the
blinding sun as I groan, forcing my sore body to sit up. What on earth had I drunkst night? To my
surprise, I’m encased in warmth, and I look over to see Marco, his body pressed against mine.
He’s awake, and he looks at me with a yful smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He chuckles, realising his yful att*itude catches me off guard. “You were full of energyst night.
Might I say even, slightly mischievous,” he teases.
I blink at him, as confusion shes across my face, before embarra*s*sment creeps in. “What
happened?”
To my horror, Marco tells me that Freya took over my body, that she grabbed and stuffed her face with
candy. And that she also snatched a balloon from a child. I slowly drag a hand across my face as I
groan in despair. “Oh god…” I mutter softly.
Marco then adds. “You also said you wanted to tell me something yesterday, but you never finished
telling me.” I look at him confused. “What did I tell you?”
To my surprise, Marco jokingly flicks my forehead and says with a light-hearted chuckle. “Well, since
you don’t remember. I can wait. But I hope you’ll remember soon, and finish the remaining half of your
sentence.”
Despite my pleading, Marco doesn’t break his silence concerning what I told himst night. In utter
confusion and slight frustration, I decide to take a walk, hoping the fresh air will help me recall my
memories.
It takes me about an hour, but I finally piece togetherst night, and I realize I was about to tell Marco
about what happened five years ago. Unknowingly, my thoughts have walked me into a deserted
alleyway. But just as I’m about to turn to leave, an individual appears, walking towards me swiftly.
Eric smiles at me.
And my eyes widen in fear. I don’t have time to call for help or even shift into my wolf form. Eric rushes
at me in full f*orc*e, cuffing his hand against my neck and mming me against one of the walls.
“No!” I scream.
I try and fight him off, but even with my newly attained Alpha abilities, Eric’s Lycan power far surpasses
my own. He uppercuts a fist into my gut, and my body hunches over from the pain. I whimper as he
ms my head back into the wall. Again, and again and again. I feel the world beginning to spin as the
edges of my vision cken.
My head hurts dreadfully from the impact, but I have enough consciousness to loosen the wedding ring
on my finger. I let it drop onto the ground without Eric noticing so that Marco would know I was here. I
even have the chance to secretly drop my hand into my pocket, discreetly holding my perfume and
pointing the valve at my pocket’s opening, spritzing it into the air. It’s a perfume that will amplify my
scent and be highly detectable by my fated mate. Hopefully Marco would catch onto it, and be able to
follow it, wherever I’m taken. This is all that I can do however, as Eric once again ms my head into
the wall, and the f*orc*e darkens the worldpletely. His devilish smile is thest thing I see.